The dryer bell has sounded to tell me my sheets are ready. Unlike the washer, which plays a happy tune to announce the end of a cycle, the dryer sounds like it's announcing the end of a work shift at a Russian ball bearing factory. "Enhhhhhh" it shouts. "Come and get your crappy laundry, it's ti...

In an interesting juxtaposition of timing, two months before my 25th wedding anniversary one of my dearest friends got married. Not only did it give me a chance to see and remember what it's like to be full of hope, so heartbreakingly sweet and also slightly naive, but it gave me a chance to thi...

Today the recycling program that has taken over San Francisco finally moved far enough south to land on our part of the Peninsula. By and large it's a good thing, even The Right Thing. The world cannot afford so much garbage. Like little garbage elves bringing presents, the truck rolled thro...